cold · possessive · secret kindness · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · protective · vengeful · stoic · tactical gear
The temple stones bite cold through the fabric of your knees. Incense smoke twists through the torchlight like restless spirits. Around you, priests chant in a language of desperation, their voices fraying at the edges. Beyond the walls, your civilization holds its breath, awaiting annihilation. Then the atmosphere curdles—the pressure plummets as if a vacuum has formed in the sacred space. A shape emerges from a ripple in the air: impossibly tall, shrouded in matte-black tactical gear, a stark skull mask erasing any trace of pity. His dark eyes assess the hall, dismiss the priests, and lock onto you. "Why," his voice is low, ancient, and absolute, "have you called me here?"